Welcome to Gallerie Kenmore

Perhaps you have not heard of Gallerie Kenmore? Perhaps you had no idea that Bob and I have been running a high end gallery? Well, then it is about time that you made the acquaintance of... Gallerie Kenmore!
Our gallery was started, how shall we say? On a whim. A fancy; in a sly mood on a sultry day, Bob and I turned to one another and with  truly wicked glints in our respective eyes and proclaimed: "Gallerie Kenmore! It is a new beginning!" (Whew! What a sentence! Purple prose indeed). We saw a need and
filled it.
Any artist knows that there are far fewer galleries than artists; artists are a dime a dozen. But galleries? If they opened a new one every ten seconds for the next one hundred years, there would still not be enough galleries for all the artists desirous of showing.
But don't get me wrong; Gallerie Kenmore has been from its inception, an extremely exclusive enterprise. We are so exclusive that we don't even have a phone number. Don't try and call us- just don't. Web site? Never! And our address is privileged to be offered to the few who really need to know. If we wish to connect with you, we will. Otherwise, please do not waste your time. Or ours.

Here is a close up of the current show. A photograph by the one and only Richmond Jones. It is a magnificent picture, worthy of display at our gallery. And below is a photo of Bob and I, making a guest appearance at gallery Kenmore. We do drop by to ensure that things are humming along smoothly, but do not try to pin us down as to our hours. Heavens. We never know from one moment to the next where we will be... perhaps Basel? Perhaps Miami? I grow weary keeping it all straight. This is what comes of accepting the mantle of "International Art Dealers". It is a glamorous life, yes, but exhausting.

So, I have allowed you a glimpse into the sanctified realm of the elite art world. I shall keep you posted as to the roster of international art stars that will grace the walls of Gallerie Kenmore. There is a rumor circulating that the illustrious Lena shall be shown at Gallerie Kenmore. I will say no more! Stay tuned!

Leprosy and Sundries

Well, I may not have Ebola but I have developed a lovely collection of poison ivy buboes. (Technically not buboes; turns out that refers specifically to lymph inflammation in the armpit or groin... as in bubonic plague. But you get the idea.) Therefore I have disgusting poison ivy blisters, the above cluster is on my left knee. So with that as a reference point, I submit the following:

• Aside from the above bumbles, we seem to be pretty healthy.
• Mommy's still "with us"; meaning she hasn't departed yet. You get the point.
• Bob and I have been alternately very busy socially and wishing to be hermetic. We both have shows that are a lot closer (time-wise) than it would seem. Bob's show is in September 2015 in New Bedford at the ColoColo Gallery. His work looks terrific. Maybe I'll have him do a "guest post".
• I have the show at Artspace in conjunction with Yale this coming November. The book I'm working on- Better Guns and Gardens- is coming along nicely. A steady stream of images and puns and silliness. Who knew guns could cause such weird art ideas?
• I have a show in (YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYY!!) Brooklyn in January, tentatively entitled, "Pay to Play". It will be at Odetta Gallery and Ellen Hackl Fagan, artist, friend and now gallerist- is doing things right. I think she's onto something. Lots of research about what works and how to approach showing art in an effective way. Wish me luck! (I'll be showing with two other artists).
• The Dog and Pony are fine. Still fussy, but that just comes with being spoiled. 
• I really wanted to use bulleted lists, probably from working on Better Guns and Gardens. (Get it? "Bulleted Lists"?)
• That pesky Tilda Swinton keeps popping up at our house!
  

I don't actually remember why Tilda Swinton became such an issue at our house, Possibly simply because she's a bit weird. I mean, look at her. And does she look like she's ever eaten a cup cake in her life? So she wound up in the cupcake box, admiring (gasp!) all that FROSTING! And it's blue!! I really like that particular strain of frosting, as my sister's and family in general well know. I was denied frosting for my birthday so I vowed to score a cake or cupcakes resplendent in decadent mounds of sugary bliss. Boy are they good!!
Okay, not the smartest posting but I'm tired. I took almost 700 photos of weird porcelain monkeys (some with light fixtures in their heads), endless dish services (and it was all I could do to stop from smashing the plates so as to add them to our walkway), and endless stiff little Staffordshire people and their dogs and sheep. All in a days work!
Signing off...